Nicer

When I first decided to take this nurse route, one of my biggest concerns was that I'm not nice enough to be a nurse. Nurses are all caring and compassionate and concerned and I'm...not so much. I hope I'm not out and out mean, but I do tend to be oblivious or at a loss of what to do in the face of other people's humanness. So imagine my surprise after a few short weeks of nursing school to discover that I am getting nicer! Not Mother Theresa, but a couple steps down the path to being a more compassionate person.

B and I entered the dog park last week to witness a jack russel trying to rip the cheek off of a King Charles spaniel. The owners were in the midst of it and when they finally pulled the dogs apart, I actually walked over to the spaniel's owner who had been bitten a few times. I helped her find a place to sit down and a tourniquet for her fingers. Isn't that nice? In my pre-nursing school days, I probably would have gone to the other side of the park and figured that someone else would help her out. Unfortunately, in all of my niceness I was surrounded by blood from her fingers and was trying my best to avoid it. I thought I managed okay, so I stood around at the dog park for another hour and then went to the U Village to run some errands (AKA shop for clothes) before I discovered that there was a very noticeable spot of blood on my behind - how embarrassing!